i don't know if you think of me
if you ever will think of me
i don't know if you miss me,
love me,
hate me,
i will never know.
but what i do know,
is that i,
don't want you back in my life again.
because you,
you are a destroyer.
- you killed the very first and last decent bone in me
YOU ARE READING
the devil is back
Poetrymaking a comeback. with poetry (!) (the cover stays until i find a better one (or when i stop being lazy and make one myself, which will most likely never happen))
